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Chapter 120

Lu Qingcheng fed spoonful after spoonful, his face was still cold, but the iceberg in his eyes had gradually melted without him knowing.

After eating a bowl, her face softened a little, she leaned into his arms, did not speak, did not move, closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Lu Qingcheng glanced down at her, gently put the bowl aside, and put his palm into the quilt again, sticking to her lower abdomen.

The soft belly is as delicate as mutton fat, which makes people love it, but the waist is too slender, and there is always an illusion that it will be broken if you use a little force.

The frowning brows gradually relaxed, and the movements of Lu Qingcheng's men still did not stop, but only slowed down.

In the second half of the night, Su Yao was woken up by the heat.

When she opened her eyes, it was pitch black, and she heard the sound of a steady, powerful heartbeat behind her.

He's still there!

She blinked in disbelief, her stomach didn't hurt so much, but his palm was still against her lower abdomen, dry and warm.

She held her breath, afraid she would wake him up.

Why is he still here?

She couldn't figure it out, but she didn't want to think about it either, she just wanted to cherish everything in front of her and cherish the moment.

There was a unique smell wafting in the air, so special, so good.

She closed her eyes, rolled over, and as if inadvertently, put her hand on his waist, greedily absorbing his breath.

Growing up, she had never been so afraid of the dawn as she is now, and when the sun rises, the dream is over.

She hadn't had such a dream for a long time, so let's let this dream last longer.

However, the moment she turned over, she had already alarmed her side, and in the dark night, a pair of eyes were shining, he lowered his head, looked at the woman who circled his waist, and did not move for a long time.

However, there is always a time to wake up from a dream, the morning always comes, the sun always rises, the white light spills in through the window screen, and the chirping of birds outside the window makes the morning very sweet.

Su Yao woke up.

Dreams, it's time to wake up.

She moved, withdrew her arms, and sat up slowly, but when she looked up, she met a pair of clear eyes, and she was stunned.

"You, you're awake?"

"Hmm." He sat up, with a rare nasal voice in his voice, not as cold as before, but a little lazy, sexy and charming.

"Thank you last night."

Lu Qingcheng glanced at her with disgust, "The smell of sweat stinks to death." ”

I didn't know how much cold sweat I had in pain last night, and I was wrapped in the quilt, and the smell was really not good, but when he pointed it out so bluntly, Su Yao still blushed.

She hurriedly got out of bed, "I'll go wash now." ”

He went into the bathroom and took a shower, and when he came back he was gone, looking at the empty bed, it felt like last night was really like a dream, so real, so illusory, until now she couldn't believe that he had fed her last night and rubbed her belly.

Every time she came to the eldest aunt, she was like she had died once, and she experienced it again last night, and her body was still very weak, and she didn't dare to catch a cold again, so she chose a pair of eight-minute long black trousers, with a small collar polka-dot sleeveless shirt on it, and her hair was rolled into a low roll with a leather band, and a pair of diamond studs that Xu Yifeng gave her were worn, which suddenly added a bit of brilliance.

When she arrived on the second floor, Lu Qingcheng had just come out of the bathroom, and although she was more than a dozen steps away, she could smell the slightly damp smell on his body, which was the same as what she smelled last night.

Lu Qingcheng picked out a black suit today, which was a decent white shirt, Su Yao helped him choose a graphite blue silk tie, thought about it, and went to the cabinet to pick out a tie clip inlaid with gemstones of the same color.

She looked up at him, "Is that good?" ”

"Yes."